Storiette of The Little Prince

Our first encounter was a
coincidence. Well, to call it a coincidence was too rough. It was unplanned. We
met on a party he held one fine afternoon. I had a quite bad day and went to
the party was something that excites me. When I arrived, I realized that I was
the first guest who came. So I sat down quietly at the corner, not talking to
anybody because I wasn’t really a talker. Slowly, a crowd of people started to
come and we were dancing and sharing small conversations. At the end, it wasn’t a bad day.

I didn’t really pay attention on
him that afternoon. All I knew that he was a little prince, shy and liked to
play alone at his castle’s backyard with a golden ball. He was quite, sweet,
and rather to keep his opinions about things to himself. Also, he smelled like
freshly mown grass.

I thought the party was our first
and last meeting, but then come the day after, and another day, followed by days, and
days after where I met the little prince. The more I met him the more he
talked.He wasn’t so shy after all, he
talked a lot, and he liked to tell me his opinions about many things. I liked
to listen to his stories and stared at him while he was doing that. I liked to
sit so close beside him so that I could smell his freshly mown grass scent.

One day I told him about his
smell.

“Do you know that you smelled
like freshly mown grass?”

“What? Uh.. No I don’t realize.”
He sniffed his shirt and sleeves.

“Well, you does. Always.”

“Does it matter?”

“No it smells nice.”

He rolled his eyes and continued
talking about a pink cake that tasted like a rainbow. He read about it someday
in a storybook and he asked his cook to bake one for him.

“It is soft and delicious. It’s
my favorite cake ever!”

“What does rainbow taste like?” I
asked him, this is the first time I heard that someone has tasted a rainbow. Isn’t
it just a spectrum of light?

“Well... uuuhhh...” He scratched
his head and played with his hair, “I mean it melted in your mouth and the
color is so beautiful like an actual rainbow!”

“I want
to taste it.”

“Yeah! We
could eat it together sometimes.”

The little
prince has huge dreams. He didn’t talk about it a lot but sometimes when we ran
out of topics to talk about he would look at small children that were running
at the park and said that he wished we were all stay children and didn’t have
to worry about growing up and the future.

I
agreed with him. The future scared me.

He’d
play with his hair as he talked about how we don’t know what we want and we don’t
know what we capable of to reach what we want.

“We
know what we want. We just don’t know if it’s the right thing or no.” I would
say.

“But do
we capable to do what we want?”

“As
long as we want it enough, even if we’re not capable, we’d make it because we’d
find a way, eventually.”

“What
if we want to be capable of something?”

I didn’t
have the answer to his last question and so I just played with my hair, set it
to a simple braid on the right side of my head because my hair was so long and
the wind often ruin it.

“Hey I
have another question for you.” The Little Prince suddenly broke the silence.

“And
the question is...?”

“Do you
even own something pink?”

“Hmmmm.....”
I looked at myself and realized that most of my stuff are black, grey, or
white. My thoughts wander around to my room where I keep my books and clothes. The
walls of my room were white as snow and my desk were grey as stone. My clothes were
mostly black. I remember the time when The Little Prince called me a Little
Witch because of my long black hair and my black clothing.

“I’d
have something pink when you give me the pink cake.”

The
little prince flashed me a smile and we watched the sunset together. Even
though my stuff is lack of color but I love the color of sunset, how the sky
looked like it bleeds. The red blended with orange and yellow, and The Little
Prince’s hair would look like a burning fire. Twilight was when every creature
whispered they misery and secrets because they know it would drown in darkness
when the night fall, so they didn't hesitate to set their hearts free. So many tales can be
told in twilight.

So the
darkness swallowed the sky, sending sun to sleep and gave time to the moon to
rule the night. I kept looking at the sky, so did The Little Prince. We watched
as the stars started to show up, being the prettiest diamonds in total blackness.
But none of them could shadow the glorious Queen of The Night, which just
peeked from behind the grey clouds, looking beautiful and cold at the same time.

“So, it
is the time then.” The Little Prince finally set his eyes off the sky and looked at
me.“Yeah
it is time for us to go back.”

“We’d
meet again when the color of the sky no longer match the mood of your soul.”

I laughed
at his words. We stood up and gave each other a small hug. The night was
getting deeper. More lost souls wandered in the air, more tears streaming on
their cheeks. O Night, how you could be so serene.

The
Little Prince nod excitedly. I know who The Princess is. She was a lovely girl
who never wear black as much as I did, she talked in a small voice about pretty things, did not curse nor yell. She was
good at baking, too. I bet she could bake the pink cake perfectly.

“O,
what a wonderful news! You guys would have so much fun!” I exclaimed just as
excited as The Little Prince.

And so
we both went back to where we are from. Him with the thoughts of his lovely
princess and I with my solitude. This is when I continued my journey without
The Little Prince. I would still remember about how his hair looked like under
the sunset and stories about hopes. About his freshly mown grass scent and
the hugs we shared. I didn’t feel sad, though. I have the night and the moon
with me.